At the Surface of the Lake
The depths tell another story
It all appears still
At the surface of the lake
’Til you stoop to look
In that moment took
You see the life below, both
Predator and prey
For all is not quite
As pleasant as it might seem
In your placid dreams
By the end of day
One may win, and one may lose
For whom do you pray
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